MINGLING POST

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[I hope that everyone in Accord has wish-machine'd up some sweaters, because it's getting cold outside! especially around the Tower, what with all those delightful ocean winds around to make things extra-chilly. it's not so bad indoors, though. the Stewards have been doing a good job of keeping the place nice and warm for you.

so what has the crazy tower bunch been up to? jumping in leaf piles? huddling inside for warmth? trying to break the world record for most cookies baked in a week? plotting to murder everyone with horrible death magic? there's plenty to be doing and plenty of people to bother, so go talk to your neighbors! make a friend, or talk to someone you haven't seen in a while! or just, you know, stumble awkwardly into their business. that works too.]


[[ooc: aw yeah, mingling post! make your own comment, tag other people's comments, go crazy!]]

Comments

[heresyandlace]

She was...

[heh. he leans his head back, as if he's really searching for the perfect word to sum her up]

...violent.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah... [a fire-mage with a violent streak?] That does sound like fun.

[heresyandlace]

You remind me of her, sometimes.

A little.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

A little.

[which is not really a question, but seeing as he says nothing else--what else could it be?]

[heresyandlace]

[oh, he's fine with elaborating.]

She was a brat.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh.

[...

...

...he shoves Tek over. B/]

[heresyandlace]

[oops he wasn't expecting that, so he tips right over. He doesn't go far though, so he can laugh it off]

--See?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Birds of a feather.

[but he's got kind of a begrudging smirk on his face. he knows it's true anyway.]

[heresyandlace]

[he'll right himself, and then push himself up to his feet. heading to the nearby couch instead--it's far more comfortable, and harder to be tipped over on]

I suppose I have a type.

[what can he say? brats are more fun.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he's not going to argue. but he will follow him up onto the couch... after finally peeling off his gross, soggy jacket and leaving that in a crumpled pile on the floor. it'll dry out there, right? right.

so up onto the couch he goes! to go back to draping over Tek and using him as a pillow. C:]

[heresyandlace]

[okay, with a comment like that, he probably deserved this. But it's still annoying--he'd been in the middle of trying to slither out of his own soggy jacket when Robin comes slinking, and it's not as though Robin is any less cold and wet even with his coat off.

So, he shrugs him off as much as he can until he's free of his jacket, and grimaces a little when he lets him get comfortable again. Robin's lucky that he would appreciate the added body heat, wet clothes or no]

...Yes, definitely done with snow fights. More trouble than they're worth.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Only trouble if the other person gets buried.

[he rolls his eyes, even if it's still in good humor.]

You've never been in a real snow fight. That's all forts and strategy. And stealth, too.